Suicide They say suicide is a chicken's answer, but I'm too scared for this. Life is a jokeman's clever banter, as audiences boo and hiss If, luckily, I died on this day, would anyone bother to care? If, perchance, I went away, would hearts have room to spare? My life's not all so dark and bad - there are lingering moments of bliss. Why then, must I feel so sad, longing death's eternal kiss.